Don't insult crows by comparing them to convicts. I like birds.
[She laughs as they walk, the sun starting to vanish into the distant mountains. The road before them is painted in gold, and there's the distant cawing of the crows she likes as they look for places to roost. It'd be several hours before they reached Sloan, and hopefully it'd be an easy trip.]
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[She laughs as they walk, the sun starting to vanish into the distant mountains. The road before them is painted in gold, and there's the distant cawing of the crows she likes as they look for places to roost. It'd be several hours before they reached Sloan, and hopefully it'd be an easy trip.]